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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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almost home

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Andulka
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Sade Olutola
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
hello vonnie

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Game of Thrones Daily

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
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ANYA TAYLOR-JOY and MIA GOTH in EMMA 2020
lesbian couple on their wedding day after 72 years together, photographed by Thomas Greyer
Random old photos of lesbian couples happy, kissing, holding each other, in love, etc...
Joan E. Biren – Eye to Eye: Portraits of Lesbians (1979)
Jane Birkin in Munich, Germany, 1967.
Photos of girls at St. Joseph’s College in Brooklyn, 1970
Vashti Bunyan playing guitar and singing at Piccadilly Circus, 1966. Photograph: Phillip Harrington
I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it's always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.
i would love you in every universe. if you even care
one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.
- via duckbunny
pictures like these always make me want to cry
these spaces can be so personal.
when sylvia plath said “being born a woman is my awful tragedy. from the moment i was conceived i was doomed to sprout breasts and ovaries rather than penis and scrotum; to have my whole circle of action, thought and feeling rigidly circumscribed by my inescapable feminity. yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars - to be a part of scene, anonomous, listening, recording - all is spoiled by the fact that i am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. my consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. yet, god, i want to talk to everybody i can as deeply as i can. i want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night“
pictures that make me love people a whole lot